Love as beautiful as Cambodia?

Our love as beautiful as frangipani is carved into the night Rowing hope until we realize reality We are not like Disney fairy tales We are only humans under the sky. Reality is indeed heartbreaking Leaving pulses that we are reluctant to feel We are apparently not frangipani in the fields of the grave We are only black-handed humans. What a frangipani flower that lives beautifully We are only two of the hearts that are reluctant to change We are different like heaven and earth We are far east and west. Can we be together? Despite the fact of slapping That sometimes we have to open our eyes See how ruined we are.